[ Credence is about to apologize-- really, he is, he opens his mouth to do just that before his head snaps over to the seatbelt with such swiftness once the word 'die' bubbles up from the other's mouth.
He can feel it, though, and he can see why the other races so much. The car comes to life, and not just the music, but Credence feels like the whole world suddenly does, his ribcage rattling like his heart may just tumble out from the sheer noise alone.
His pulse is racing. It's the same feeling he gets when he looks at Kavinsky through the windows, the same nervous energy he gets when he's not sure what tomorrow will bring. It's thrilling. Thrilling, and terrifying, and once he clips that seatbelt on he doesn't realize he's trying not to smile. ]
I hope you win!
[ He has to shout it through the music, and he's not even sure he's been this loud his entire life. This is Kavinsky's world, though, isn't it? Boys and girls and sweetheart just thrown around casually like that. ]
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He can feel it, though, and he can see why the other races so much. The car comes to life, and not just the music, but Credence feels like the whole world suddenly does, his ribcage rattling like his heart may just tumble out from the sheer noise alone.
His pulse is racing. It's the same feeling he gets when he looks at Kavinsky through the windows, the same nervous energy he gets when he's not sure what tomorrow will bring. It's thrilling. Thrilling, and terrifying, and once he clips that seatbelt on he doesn't realize he's trying not to smile. ]
I hope you win!
[ He has to shout it through the music, and he's not even sure he's been this loud his entire life. This is Kavinsky's world, though, isn't it? Boys and girls and sweetheart just thrown around casually like that. ]